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Internet Gaming Project by Jennifer Blair (Assisted suicide attempt #2)

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674h, 790m ex-s

South of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south (open door), southwest

(open door), and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-s

The House of Wares.

A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Falanx, the giant praying

mantis towers over you, its huge pincers twitching. Triak, Scourge of Fate is

here. He wields an ethereal shield of bound shadows in his left hand. You see

a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door) and down (closed door).

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “No.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak utters a short incantation, his body slowly fading from sight. Only his

laboured breathing warns you of his presence, and in seconds even this grows

muffled and silent.

674h, 790m ex-say why not?

You say, “Why not?”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “If you wish death upon yourself find someone

else.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Perhaps the Kobold king can hel you.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Help you.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Or the Pixie Queen.”

674h, 790m ex-

Falanx, the giant praying mantis silently leaves to the north, glaring at you

before it leaves.

674h, 790m ex-honours falanx

There is no such person, I’m afraid.

674h, 790m ex-honours triak

Triak, Scourge of Fate (male Chaos Lord resembling a Grook).

He is 152 years old, having been born on the 4th of Mayan, 326 years after the

fall of the Seleucarian Empire.

He is ranked 87th in Achaea.

He is an extremely credible character.

He is not known for acts of infamy.

He is a Patrician in Ashtan.

He is a proud soldier of Ashtan.

He is considered to be approximately 220635% of your might.

He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.

His motto: ‘Don’t get bitter, get better.’

674h, 790m ex-n

South of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south (open door), southwest

(open door), and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-n

Central Market of Ashtan.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer

grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here

placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.

A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are

7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of

Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his

hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle

perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.

Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his

long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps

watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured

jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its

hood here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to

see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open

door), west, and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-e

East of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A mottled Mhojave desert falcon glides

effortlessly to and fro. A common red admiral butterfly flits about over your

head. Phoenix Fledgling Virtu is here. You see a sign here instructing you

that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, east (open door), south, southwest, west, and

northwest.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-e

Ulangi Trading & Exploration Co. (est. 307).

A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Overflowing with blood and

other trophies of the dead, a sacrificial altar to the Lord of Warfare has been

erected nearby. Falanx, the giant praying mantis towers over you, its huge

pincers twitching. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the

command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading west (open door) and down (closed door).

674h, 790m ex-

A red admiral butterfly flits in from the west.

674h, 790m ex-w

East of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A mottled Mhojave desert falcon glides

effortlessly to and fro. Phoenix Fledgling Virtu is here. You see a sign here

instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, east (open door), south, southwest, west, and

northwest.

674h, 790m ex-w

Central Market of Ashtan.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer

grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here

placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.

A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are

7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of

Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his

hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle

perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.

Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his

long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps

watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured

jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its

hood here. Lucca paces here, calling out to passers-by in hopes of attracting

their attention to the Bastion Bugle. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open

door), west, and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-w

West of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. Tail swishing agitatedly, a black

desert stallion stands here regally. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, and west (open door).

674h, 790m ex-w

The Tools of Fate.

There are 2 ornate steel rapiers here. A runic totem is planted solidly in the

ground. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see

what is for sale.

You see exits leading east (open door) and down (closed door).

674h, 790m ex-e

West of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. Tail swishing agitatedly, a black

desert stallion stands here regally. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, and west (open door).

674h, 790m ex-e

Central Market of Ashtan.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer

grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here

placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.

A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are

7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of

Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his

hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle

perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.

Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his

long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps

watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured

jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its

hood here. Lucca paces here, calling out to passers-by in hopes of attracting

their attention to the Bastion Bugle. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open

door), west, and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-n

North of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A rune

resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A narrow, short dirk

catches your eye. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A pale blue

marble bench is here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the

command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door), east, southeast, south, southwest, and

west.

674h, 790m ex-n

The Sarcophagus.

A rune resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A runic totem

is planted solidly in the ground. Korthian is here. You see a sign here

instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door), south (open door), and down (closed

door).

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-tell korthian please kill me

You tell Korthian, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-ql

The Sarcophagus.

A rune resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A runic totem

is planted solidly in the ground. Korthian is here. You see a sign here

instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door), south (open door), and down (closed

door).

674h, 790m ex-look korthian

He is a winged Atavian. He is wearing flowing indigo robes, and a canvas

backpack.

674h, 790m ex-yell please kill me!

You yell, “Please kill me!”

674h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos yells, “You asked for it.”

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia, riding an armoured rhinoceros, arrives from the south.

674h, 790m ex-yell Thank you!

You yell, “Thank you!”

674h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos says, “Why do you want to die?”

674h, 790m ex-say i have nothing left to live for.

You say, “I have nothing left to live for.”

674h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos says, “Uh, right.”

674h, 790m ex-say well, let’s get on with it…

You say, “Well, let’s get on with it…”

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia gives you the once over.

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia puts her hands on her hips and goes “Hmmm!”

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia, riding an armoured rhinoceros, leaves to the south.

674h, 790m ex-yell come back!!!

You yell, “Come back!!!”

674h, 790m ex-

A snaking stream of acid from Sorantia’s maw forks into the room, blasting into

you mercilessly.

283h, 790m ex-yell one more

You yell, “One more.”

283h, 790m ex-

A snaking stream of acid from Sorantia’s maw forks into the room, blasting into

you mercilessly.

The Dragon’s acid has burned through your skull and into your brain, setting

off every pain receptor in your body before you expire.

You have been slain by Sorantia.

0h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos yells, “Rest in peace.”

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Internet Gaming project by Jennifer Blair (Assisted suicide attempt #1)

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Fish Street.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A rugged war goat stands here, gnawing

on the leather bit of its reins. A mule of Moghedu wanders about here, nosing

at the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. Playing

endlessly with its long floppy ears, a small burro stands here quietly.

Resplendent in Shallamese livery, an herald stands here ready to share the

news. There are 2 alabaster pegasi here. A noble hippogriff flaps its wings in

agitation here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here.

Grandmaster Dinonicus Vana’diel, the Revered Elder is here. Concordian Wavelet,

Braeley Windsong, Faithful of Light is here. Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari

Storyteller is here. Equerry Aemon Rian is riding on a noble hippogriff. He

wields a dwarven battleaxe in each hand. You may ENTER SUBDIVISION from here.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east (closed door), southeast (open

door), south (open door), southwest (open door), and west.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Rarely.”

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Been hunting for the last

three months.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie blinks.

674h, 790m ex-say Please kill me somebody

A paradise bird flutters in from the west.

674h, 790m ex-

You say, “Please kill me somebody.”

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Almost constantly.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Oh way to start hunting.”

674h, 790m ex-

A paradise bird flutters off to the north.

674h, 790m ex-say I have nothing left to live for

You say, “I have nothing left to live for.”

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Should see my amount of

essence.”

674h, 790m ex-ql

Fish Street.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A rugged war goat stands here, gnawing

on the leather bit of its reins. A mule of Moghedu wanders about here, nosing

at the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. Playing

endlessly with its long floppy ears, a small burro stands here quietly.

Resplendent in Shallamese livery, an herald stands here ready to share the

news. There are 2 alabaster pegasi here. A noble hippogriff flaps its wings in

agitation here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here.

Concordian Wavelet, Braeley Windsong, Faithful of Light is here. Grandmaster

Dinonicus Vana’diel, the Revered Elder is here. Equerry Aemon Rian is riding on

a noble hippogriff. He wields a dwarven battleaxe in each hand. Grandmaster

Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller is here. You may ENTER SUBDIVISION from here.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east (closed door), southeast (open

door), south (open door), southwest (open door), and west.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon climbs onto a noble hippogriff.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon steps down off of a noble hippogriff.

674h, 790m ex-

A noble hippogriff begins to follow Aemon obediently.

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says to you, “Sure you do.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex, riding a blood steed, arrives from the north.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex takes a drink from an oaken vial.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex suddenly loses the fury in his eyes.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says in a soft, gentle voice, “I should hunt. I just can’t bring myself

to.”

674h, 790m ex-say I need help ending my life

You say, “I need help ending my life.”

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta arrives from the north.

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta leaves to the south.

The door to the south slams shut.

674h, 790m ex-

The door leading south is opened from the other side.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “So young to have such drama.”

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta arrives from the south.

674h, 790m ex-

The door to the south slams shut.

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta leaves to the west.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley tilts her head curiously at you.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says with a noble accent, “I hate hunting myself.”

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me.

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Why?”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says to Aemon in a sweet, breathy voice, “Good reason not to date you.”

674h, 790m ex-say I want to die

You say, “I want to die.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon raises an eyebrow at Pawlie.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie grins mischievously at Aemon.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to Pawlie with a noble accent, “Are you serious.”

674h, 790m ex-

Amirah enters from the west, a wyvern reflected in her eyes.

674h, 790m ex-

Amirah leaves to the west, a wyvern reflected in her eyes.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie grins and nods.

674h, 790m ex-say yes

You say, “Yes.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “You need a reincarnation, kiddo?”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley tilts her head curiously at you.

674h, 790m ex-

Rystal tells you, “HELP SUICIDE.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to Pawlie with a noble accent, “Sorry, but hunting boreds me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to Pawlie with a noble accent, “Though raiding thats fun.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Oh please, don’t apologize to me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi arrives from the northeast.

674h, 790m ex-say I’ll pay somebody to help me commit suicide

You say, “I’ll pay somebody to help me commit suicide.”

674h, 790m ex-help suicide

19.8 Starting over: SUICIDE / DELETING / RECREATING / REROLLING

If you wish to permanently end your adventurer’s life in Achaea, use the

SUICIDE command. You will be asked for confirmation that this is, indeed, what

you wish to do, and, if you answer AGREE then your adventurer will be erased

from reality * PERMANENTLY *. Be careful in doing this as the decision to

suicide is not reversible and you will not be able to use this same name for

awhile.

WHAT YOU CANNOT DO

——————

It is not possible to force someone else to suicide.

* IF YOU HAVE EVER PURCHASED CREDITS FOR MONEY: you cannot suicide. *

ALTERNATIVES

————

Type MORE to continue reading. (49% shown)

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Yeah I dont’ mind defending, but

raiding…not my cup of tea either.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to you with a noble accent, “Why you want to die?”

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says to you, “We don’t do that

here in Shallam.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Please read HELP SUICIDE.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie tells you, “Help suicide.”

674h, 790m ex-

Succumbing to utter exhaustion, Pawlie falls into a deep sleep.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “But we will -not- help you do

it.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon whispers quiet words of prayer, and you are surrounded by a feeling of

well-being.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon prays for assistance in his pilgrimage.

674h, 790m ex-say i can’t do it myself, don’t have the stomach

You say, “I can’t do it myself, don’t have the stomach.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi leaves to the west.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Then you don’t really want to

commit suicide.”

674h, 790m ex-say no i wanna be murdered

You say, “No i wanna be murdered.”

674h, 790m ex-

Justiciar Wyverex, Seeker of Valour says, “Go to mhaldor, they do that sort of

thing.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Well, we are not going to murder

you.”

674h, 790m ex-say i got money

You say, “I got money.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says with a noble accent, “Yeah go to Mhaldor and insult one of them that

will do it.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley asks you in a soft, gentle voice, “I’ll take you the arena?”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says with a noble accent, “Doubt if pickens can go Braeley.”

674h, 790m ex-

“Heh heh heh” Braeley chuckles.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says in a soft, gentle voice, “I know.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon puts his fingers to his lips and utters a shrill whistle.

674h, 790m ex-

A mottled desert falcon glides in.

674h, 790m ex-

A falcon alights on the wrist of Aemon.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon pets a Mhojave falcon ingratiatingly.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon gives a complex series of whistles.

674h, 790m ex-

A desert falcon spreads its wings and flies away.

674h, 790m ex-say why won’t anyone just kill me?

You say, “Why won’t anyone just kill me?”

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex lays out a collection of inks.

674h, 790m ex-

The door leading south is opened from the other side.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas arrives from the south.

674h, 790m ex-

The door to the south slams shut.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas easily vaults onto the back of an alabaster pegasus.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas removes a shackle of Garash.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas gallops off to the north on an alabaster pegasus.

674h, 790m ex-say it’s what i want.

You say, “It’s what i want.”

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex gathers his inks together in one hand.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-

Raising his hand to his mouth, Wyverex begins to gently blow the inks into the

air.

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Because this is Shallam…

city of Light.. murder is murder.”

674h, 790m ex-

The ink momentarily swirls above Justiciar Wyverex, Seeker of Valour’s torso

and then begins to adhere.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex frowns in concentration, and the ink begins to shape itself into a

moon.

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi arrives from the west.

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi leaves to the northeast.

674h, 790m ex-

As the moon tattoo’s shape is codified, and the last of the ink leaves the air,

Wyverex pauses for a moment, an admiring look on his face.

674h, 790m ex-say i suppose i will have to try elsewhere.

You say, “I suppose i will have to try elsewhere.”

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Response to the Blindfold Exercise

I wonder how many people participated completely? I know that I didn’t quite. First of all, I’m not sure if I walked away from the classroom for the full three minutes. Second, I kind of peeked a few times. I didn’t mean to, but I could see the ground if I looked down through a gap in the blindfold under my nose. I tried to just keep my eyes closed but when I was scared I might run into something it was hard not to open them.

Also, at the very end, I was so completely turned around that I thought maybe I was going in the completely wrong direction. At that point it had been quite a while since we’d left on the assignment and I figured I really should hurry up and get back to class, so I took off the blindfold. It turns out I was really kind of close to the room. There were random people in the halls kind of looking at me, wondering what I was doing. It may have been embarrassing but I could see other people around with blindfolds also, so it wasn’t, because I wasn’t the only one. It’s weird how things work like that.

When I went back into the classroom most of the class had already returned. So I wonder if others took off their blindfolds also, before I did. Or maybe I just went really really slow. I applaud the few people I saw walk into class after me, blindfolds still on.

I couldn’t help trying to think of why this exercise was significant to the class subject. Which I guess is the point of the exercise really. I think a lot of what it was meant to teach us had to do with something I touched on a little bit earlier, about being embarrassed. We need to get over the embarrassment if we want to express ourselves. We need to not care what other people think. Haha or at least something like that!

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